MAR. (quietly and firmly.) No.
MAN. Ah, you have not forgiven me; you still remember the conduct of which I will be ashamed to the end of my life.
MAR. (evenly and unemotionally.) You are mistaken. I remember also the love which constituted itself a protective force to return me to my uncle’s house six years ago.
MAN. (eagerly.) You—
MAR. (very self-reliant and aloof.) But now,—I can take care of myself.
MAN. (with sudden vehemence.) You want to see Lafitte again! You still love him! (Mariana remains unmoved; Manuel walks about.) Very well. (aside.) He must be gotten rid of. (dissembling his rage, he returns to Mariana.) I forgot to tell you, Mariana, that Father Cuthbert is in the city and wishes to see you. I shall be leaving in a little while and will take any message you like to send. (hands her paper and pencil.)
MAR. Thank you. (sits; writes a brief note; hands it to Manuel.) If you will give him this, I shall be much obliged to you.
MAN. (bows.) Good-night.
MAR. Good-night. (exit Manuel; enter Governor Claiborne.)
GOV. C. (soliloquizing.) Impatience does no good....